The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

"Okay, okay, everyone be quiet." The old village chief raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

He then cast his gaze towards the audience, where an old man with a hunched back and white hair was being supported by someone.

"Uncle, what do we do about this?"

The old village chief spoke in a very senior tone and manner.

The old man slowly raised his head upon hearing this, and glanced at him indifferently with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The scene was quiet for a long time.

Only then did everyone hear the old man's calm and majestic voice.

"The kids are right. I think you've been village chief for so long that you've lost your mind."

The village chief was shocked when he heard this. "Uncle, what do you mean?"

"When has our Sangjia Village ever sent a child to ward off disaster?"

The village chief cried out that he was innocent, and trotted up to the old man with a smile on his wrinkled face.

"Uncle, you are wronging me. I don't have such an idea! I am just trying to find a solution!"

As he said this, he reached out to support the old man.

The old man dodged his hand, looked at him deeply, turned around and waved to the little zombie on the stage.

"Little girl, come to Grandpa."

Being called out suddenly, the little zombie looked at his family members standing in front of him in confusion.

When Sang Jianguo saw this, he hurriedly pulled out his little granddaughter behind him and pushed her towards the old man.

He also took the opportunity to lower his head and whisper to his granddaughter, "Say something nice to please grandpa when you get over there."

The old man is the oldest person in Sangjia Village, and the children all respectfully call him Grandpa.

The person with the most say in the village is not the village chief, but this ancestor.

As long as the ancestor says to protect his granddaughter, she should be able to escape this disaster.

Time was running out, and Wang had no time to tell her family that her granddaughter had torn someone's arm.

So when the little zombie made a sound, everyone was shocked.

The old man has a serious face and sharp eyes. Most children respect and fear him.

But the little zombie was not afraid. He remembered what his grandfather had just told him.

The corpse tilted its head and thought about it.

Her almond eyes suddenly lit up, and she said sweetly, "Grandpa, you are so handsome! Your wife is also very beautiful! What a perfect match!"

"Cough cough... cough cough cough" The old ancestor was so frightened that he kept coughing.

The girl who was supporting him on the side quickly moved aside with her face flushed.

The great-granddaughter of the ancestor: Spreading obscene rumors is against the law!!!

The great-granddaughter of the old man moved out of the way, giving the village chief an opportunity to take advantage of her.

He hurried forward to support him and kept patting the old man's back to help him calm down.

"Uncle, calm down, calm down. She's still a child and doesn't understand anything. Don't argue with her. She's just a smart kid, and she doesn't think before she speaks."

Then he glared at the little zombie again.

"You silly child, why don't you apologize to the ancestor quickly? What are you standing there for?"

Shi Shi was confused.

what happened?

Don’t you like her praise?

Isn’t it said that men like to be praised for being handsome and for their wives to be beautiful?

The confused little zombie didn't know what to say and stared at the village chief.

At this time, the ancestor recovered.

He pointed tremblingly at his great-granddaughter, whose face flushed red. "She's my great-granddaughter!"

He shouted this sentence as if he had used up all his strength, and leaned his whole body on the village chief.

I've never been gossiped about in my life, and yet someone makes up this kind of rumor!

It would be better to just let the people from Dahe Village beat her to death.

Who cares!

The little zombie suddenly understood.

It turns out that he praised the wrong person, not his wife. No wonder he was angry.

"Grandpa, where's your wife?"

The old ancestor was stunned because he couldn't follow her train of thought.

The village chief beside her thought she was going to make trouble again and quickly scolded her, "Your great-grandmother passed away a long time ago, why are you asking such nonsense?"

"Leaving early? Why leaving so early?" Shisi's puzzled little face revealed an unconcealable innocence and silliness.

Then he asked, "Grandpa, aren't you going with her?"

The two of them were so angry that they fell backwards.

The onlookers were also shocked by her bold remarks and gasped.

Tiger, tiger, this girl Jianguo is a real tiger!

Fortunately, the old man was in good health, otherwise he would have almost chased after his wife.

He took a deep breath, and without even looking at the little zombie, he walked away tremblingly.

He was afraid that if he looked at it any longer, he would not be able to leave here alive.

Everyone looked at the trembling figure, which seemed to be more haggard than before.

The old village chief was repeatedly defeated and no longer had the energy to continue the meeting.

He stared at the little zombie for a long time.

"You...you...ah! Forget it, go back and let your grandma give you something good to eat!"

He left angrily with a flick of his sleeves.

The leaders had all left, and the rest of the people wanted to chat with the old Sang family.

As a result, they all ran away when they saw their appearance.

What does Old Sang’s house look like?

The look of breaking through the defense!

If Old Man Sang had known that his granddaughter had this kind of train of thought, he would never have said that word even if he was beaten to death.

Regret! Regret!

With just four short sentences, he had cut off his own path to survival!

Old Master Sang left in a daze.

Seeing this, everyone followed suit.

There was only one silly-looking little zombie left in the huge square.

Corpse: Why are you all leaving???

If you don’t understand, don’t think about it.

The corpse also jumped back.

The old man just now told grandma to go back and give her something delicious to eat!

She has to go back and eat quickly!

......

The main room of Old Sang's house was filled with gloom and sorrow.

Old Master Sang kept puffing on his pipe.

Wang also kept sighing.

The little granddaughter recovered just a few days ago, but the mess she made is getting bigger and bigger!

Suddenly, little Wang knelt down in the middle of the hall.

"Mom and Dad! Please save Xiao Ba! Wuuuuu~" Tears hung on the palm-sized little face.

Seeing this, Sang Tiezi also knelt down with his wife.

The eight-foot-tall man knelt on the ground without saying a word, only his tearful eyes looked at his parents pleadingly.

The children of the Sang family also knelt down.

Old Master Sang sighed heavily.

There is a deep sense of powerlessness on his weathered face.

"Everyone, get up. Big brother, second brother, and third brother, hurry up and pack up, take your valuables, your children, and your mother and go..."

"Dad!" Sang Tiezi looked at his father in disbelief and exclaimed.

"If they insist on taking my life, then take my old man's."

"Dad, what are you talking about! If we are going to leave, we should leave together. How can we leave you alone?" Sang Tiezhu said excitedly in disapproval.

"I can't leave. Someone in my family has to bear the consequences, otherwise it will be a shame to the villagers!"

Old Master Sang looked at the children, tears in his eyes.

How could he bear to be separated from his own flesh and blood?

But what else can we do...

For a moment, there was no other sound in the room except the constant sobbing and sobbing.

The little zombie entered the house when the atmosphere was so depressing.

"Milk! I want it to be delicious!"

Only after I finished speaking did I realize something was wrong.

I looked around in confusion, why was everyone crying?